-Hinata-
She was sitting in the schools toilet. This was just too much. She couldn't handle it anymore. Slowly, she pulled out an used razorblade and took it up to her arm. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her own holding the blade. Scared, she looked up to see a pair of ocean-blue eyes. Somehow, they had a soothing effect on her.
"That's not good for you, you know" he said.
She recognized him now. Naruto. He was like her. He was always being bullied, but somehow he struggled through it. Even though everyone could see through that fake smile of his.
"Don't you think I know that?" she said, with a trace of laughter in her voice. "That's why I do it in the first place" now with a hint of sadness.
"In that case, I guess I'll just have to take that" he said, while snatching her razor-blade. Then he walked off.
"Thanks" she wispered, while crying tears of joy, for finding someone that finally cared about her. And when Hinata couldn't see him anymore, she gave him a mind-kiss.
-Naruto-
That was kinda weird. He had just found Hinata trying to cut herself in the school's toilet. He had never thought that she could be possible to do such a thing. But soon enough would he have his own problems. It was the Nara and Uchiha. And with that, the insults rained over him again. So he ran. He ran and ran. He ran until he got home. And not even then he stopped running. At least, not in his mind. But eventually, even the best runner has to stop. So, he decided. He decided that never again would he have to run away. He decided that never again would he shed another tear. He decided that never again would his ears be sore out of the insults. He decided that never again would he want to give up his life. Never again would he be in too much pain to get home by himself.
The next day, Naruto came to school with his hoodie down, covering his face. But when the same insults came today again, he just couldn't take it anymore. And so, with almost a relieved feeling, he ripped off his hood, revealing his tear-stained face. And for a second, just a second, the insults were silenced, because the other students had seen, not only his face, but what he had held in his other hand. A gun. Suddenly he pointed it at the roof and shot. Everything came to life again, and someone screamed, and then another joined in, and another, and soon they were all lying on the floor, quiet again. He could finally walk through the halls without being insulted, or bullied, and for once he felt at peace with himself.
The bell had already rung for some of the younger classes as they now sat in their classrooms, blissfully unaware of what was happening outside.
